Back and Fourth ft. Rmc Mike Lyrics

It's a WAYNE Beat

BEATS

Lil Ho keep looking dawg, I really think she like me

Ima pass that hoe to Mike, I'm like Pippen in the 90's

AK town nigga with some Flint niggas behind me

Balenciaga stepping, been in minutes since the Nike

Pocket full of money, pistol on me, while my chain dancing

Pop a nigga up close, boy you gon' see his brain splatter

Had a bad bitch, I let her go and let the fame have her

We in truth, letting this shit go, we the Rain Masters

I can sell a bag and fuck a bitch in the same manner

I'm ready for the opps, shit I always been a game planner

In Youngstown looking for that sir with a drank seller

I got a big roll, never talked to a bank teller

Me and Trap both fucked that bitch, you a late bloomer

Monday I said I was done drinking, bought a 8 tuesday

Auntie called with another pint, dam i hat suzie

You ain't ready for this episode, bitch I make movies

Mike, my jug aint, pull up, what you say to him

Codeine make the Faygo look like a grape juice

End a tweaky conversation like a girl with a K usually

Spend all day in a trap, that's my name, stupid

Told my bitch I want fried chicken, she brought a steak to me

I can tell by the stitching on your hat, boy, that's fake gucci

You probably gotta sell a whole motherfucking brick to relate to me

I done ran into that slurpee weed, now, I hate cookie

I'm a skinny nigga, I just had Mike bring some weight to me

Yeah, I'm really paid in full like Ace Boogie

Bro gon' hit you with that 30 dick if you play pussy

LeBron James with the rock, I'ma dish it when they ain't looking

Pop look dirty, then the bitch, I drop tris in it

Bitch, you can't kick me out the booth cause I live in it

He mad cause I sold him fake drink, come deal with it

Told him I'ma only buy the pint if the seal with it

That real drink just touched down, had to kneel with it

Put a little bit in my system, now I feel different

Now, bitch, you done made me drop my last pop bet not spill this one

Say the way I got this shit was hot, this is grilled chicken

This a dub, you only got a rack, boy, we peel different

Bought your bitch a 1942 and dropped a pill in it

Took my bitch's last work check and bought a seal with it

Drunk a line raw, smoked a wood, now I feel different

Made her sell her kid's food stamps to buy me weed, fuck them little children dog

Why you always coming up short like a little midget

If you feeling froggy, leap, but I know you never will ribbet

Already made some bands for the day, hands still itching